Later that evening, Julian ducked into Shamrock's Pub more
out of necessity than because he wanted a beer. Quickly taking
a rickety seat by one of the windows, he opened the thread-
bare curtain and looked out at Main Street, hoping to hell he'd
lost his group of adoring fans.
Slumping back in the chair when he didn't see anybody
coming, he pulled off his baseball cap and sunglasses, drop-
ping them onto the table.
"Running from the police?" he heard a sarcastically sweet
voice asks from the bar.
He looked up and saw Kristin minding the tavern . . . again.
Was anybody else ever here except her? She already had a
full-time job in Sarah's office. Why was she always here?
"Not lately. But you never know," he shot back halfheart-
edly, not feeling like arguing with the sharp-tongued redhead
tonight.
I'd rather fuck her until she stops talking and starts
screaming.
His dick was already at attention just from looking at her.
Kristin embodied every physical asset that turned him on. Un-
like most guys in Hollywood, the last thing he wanted was a
skinny model. He liked women who enjoyed food, and he was
a large man. He wanted a curvy female with some flesh on her
bones and an ass that he could actually grasp while he was
pummeling into her body.
Unfortunately, the woman who haunted his wet dreams
obviously hated him. Maybe that was why he wanted her so
badly. Not only was Kristin beautiful, but she wasn't about to
drop at his feet and submit. More likely, she'd kneed him in the
balls and walk away. Maybe he was a masochist, but he kind
of liked that about her.
"What are you looking for?" she asked curiously.
"My fan club," he answered "Can I have a beer?
And no milk. I already ate."
He watched as she pulled out a frosted mug and brought
him whatever they had on tap. Not that he was picky. He could
tell by the lightness of the liquid in the glass that it wasn't a
dark, bitter brew, which was the only kind he really didn't like.
She set the mug down in front of him, placing a napkin
underneath.
"You look better," she observed, reaching out to turn his
face toward her."
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The Billionaire's Voice
Roman pour AdolescentsAfter a troubling childhood, wealthy Evan Sinclair likes his life orderly and controlled. he rarely gives in to spontaneous urges--until he begins a chance correspondence with a mystery woman who sounds like his complete opposite. She intrigue...